Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (35 page)

At the most inopportune moment there was knock on the door.
The food.

“Shit. Give me one minute beautiful.”

The blood rush to her face as she stepped to the other side of the door to hide. Wrenching open the door, I grabbed the sandwich and handed the kid a twenty, telling him to keep the change. I shut the door so hard, it rattled in its frame. I turned back to see Ryann grabbing her clothes. I leave you alone so you can eat.

Setting the sandwich down on the nearest flat surface, I walked towards her, determination in every step and took the clothes from her grasp.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh I’m hungry, just not for food.” I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine. Kissing her until her body melted back into mine. Once she did I stepped back and sunk to my knees to admire the goddess that was before me.

There she stood in the middle of the room, looking like a feast for a starving man I took her hand and helped her step out of the thong, throwing it across the room. Sitting back on my heels, I watched her with a look of admiration and lust in my eyes.

“You're fucking gorgeous,” I said and released an appreciative sigh
..

I leaned forward and placed my tongue along the base of her core. “You taste amazing, too.”

Her hand fisted in my hair along the back of my head.

“Ryder?” she whispered, and my eyes snapped to hers. “Please touch me.”

I didn't have to be asked twice; my hands reached up to cup her ass, while my tongue continued to tease her sweet spot. Trembling, she moaned with satisfaction when my tongue flicked out once again, this time rubbing over her clit. I felt the tremble in her legs and feared that she may not be able to stand much longer. I stood up, swept her into my arms, and carried her over to the bed. Using my elbows, I held my body weight above her, I leaned up over her and took her lips with mine.

Heat flushed her cheeks red, but I continued. “I need to get rid of this bra.” Reaching around her back, I flicked the snap on her bra with one hand. The sight of her pierced nipples was almost my undoing. My body surged with need. Combined with the hibiscus tattoo snaking down her ribs, she made for an overly erotic sight. Lowering my head, I licked around her nipple, eventually sucking the little ring into my mouth, tugging until she let out a little gasp.

Lifting my head, I looked down at her. “Too much?”

She shook her head, taking deep panting breaths. “No. Please don’t stop.”

Unable to deny her body or mine, I lowered my head to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. At the same time, I let my hand snake down her body until my fingers found her clit, tracing circles over the top, causing her head to thrash fitfully on the pillow while she made soft whimpers.

When I couldn’t take anymore, my head so dazed with passion, her body close to its peak, I moved my lips down her skin to where my fingers had just been, licking up and down her folds and eventually taking her clit into my mouth. My tongue swirled around it and lightly sucked, driving her mad. The beauty of watching her as I worshipped her body with my mouth was almost more than I could handle. My eyes focused on her as her breathing became more labored with each pass of my tongue, but her world exploded when my tongue thrust deeply into her. The thrusts of my tongue continued as I helped her ride out the aftershocks of her body.

Taking my time, I nibbled a path up her body, making sure to stop and pull each nipple ring between my teeth. When I reached her lips, I lowered mine, taking possession of hers once again. With the first swipe of my tongue her lips opened to the wildly erotic kiss. My lips moved down her neck to suck a hot, wet path across her chest, reaching her breast, I sucked her whole nipple into my mouth, causing her back to arch off the bed. The torture of touching her was combination between pleasure and pain.

“Ryder, I need you now,” she begged between labored breaths.

My tongue licked out to swirl around her nipple never touching. “Not yet.”

The torture for both of us continued. But I wanted her to come again first. Sucking her clit into my mouth was the proverbial straw, her body arching off the bed, coming for what seemed like hours. My mouth moved back to hers as I settled between her legs, my dick stroking her pussy but never entering her. Her head thrashed on the pillow.

“Ryder, fuck me.”

Groaning, I plunged full length into her. “Oh my God, you feel so fucking good,” I groaned into the curve of her neck.

It was too much. I needed to get my body under control, or this would be over way before I wanted it to be. Ryann thrust her hips up trying to get me to move Throwing my head back, a muscle twitched in my neck as I fought for control. The passion was so much that the dull throbbing in my head was easy to ignore. “Please don't move, unless you want this to be over before it truly starts,” I hissed between clenched teeth. I sucked in a deep breath fighting the demands of my body.

Once I was in control, I began to take deep, driving strokes, bringing her back to the edge. Her nails dug into my back, holding me tighter to her as her insides started to tighten around me. She was close, which was good, because so was I. The feel of her, the tightness was all too much. When she crashed over the edge tightening her grip on me, I lost it. Pumping harder in the midst of her orgasmic bliss, I felt the tingle race up my spine and I let go, coming so hard I could have blacked out from the pleasure.

My body collapsed against hers, no longer able to hold myself up. Slowly our breathing returned to normal. I moved to her side, pulling out of her. Ryann rolled over and laid her head on my chest, her hands tracing my abs in a sleepy caress. With no energy left, we both fell into a deep exhausted sleep.

I was too warm. The air conditioner was running, but why was I so hot? That’s when I remembered the woman sleeping next to me.

What had I done
?

I leaned up on my arm looking down at Ryann. She was beautiful, the sex eclipsing anything from my past, but I was too damaged. I didn’t want or need
anyone’s help and Ryann needed to help people. She was everything I wasn’t. Now I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do.

Quietly and with as little movement as possible, I slipped from the bed when my phone buzzed on the desk where I left it.

Kaden: Parts in, bike will be done in about 15 min.
Should I come get you?

I thought about if for less than a second before I replied.

Me: No. I’ll come to you
.

I didn’t want Kaden coming here to find his sister in my bed, especially since I planned on leaving. Grabbing a piece of paper from the desk drawer, I wrote her a note. With a brief glance around the room, I decided to leave the note on the nightstand where she was sure to see it when she woke up.

No matter how pissed I was yesterday, she had been kind to me. There hadn’t been a lot of that for me in a long time. And while she deserved to hear it directly from me that I was leaving, I just couldn’t do it. Ryann was the kind of girl who was going to haunt my dreams. There was no doubt about it.

The saddle bag felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders as I turned towards the door. With one last look at her, I left, shutting the door without a sound. The trip to the shop was pretty quick even being on foot. When I got there, Kaden had my girl outside, ready and waiting. She looked beautiful, just like freedom always did. Yet, that time there was a tightness in my chest at leaving.

Kaden walked out of the garage, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “She’s all ready to go.”

“How much do I owe you?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it. My sister and I caused you enough trouble while you were here.”

“You don’t have to do that. Look man, I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.”

“Don’t be. My sister has a way of stirring up her own trouble.” He held out his hand to me. Taking it, I gave him a nice, firm shake.

Pulling the saddle bag off my shoulder, I got it connected to the back of the bike.

“Any ideas on where you’re headed?”

Like sister, like brother. Always looking for more info. “The city. A place where I can be a face in the crowd.”

I straddled the bike and turned the key to start it up. She purred beautifully. Picking up my helmet, I looked over at Kaden once again. “Thanks for everything.”

“No problem. Good luck.” He waved.

Pulling my helmet over my head, I grabbed the handle bars and drove out of the parking lot. The feel of the wind blowing around me had always brought me comfort as I took to the road. This time, though, I felt like I was leaving a little part of me behind. Images of Ryann flashed through my mind. Her standing behind the bar giving me shit, the way she sat at the diner and got me to open up, the feel of her lips against mine. It didn’t matter. Leaving was for the best, I was too damaged, too emotionally distant for someone like
her, I tried to convince myself as my bike put miles between me and her.

Read the continuation of Ryder and Ryann’s story in Second Chances coming in 2015

About the Author

Rebecca Brooke grew up in the shore towns of South Jersey. She loves to hit the beach, but always with her kindle on hand. She is married to the most wonderful man, who puts up with all of her craziness. Together they have two beautiful children who keep her on her toes. When she
isn’t writing or reading (which is very rarely) she loves to bake and watch episodes of Shameless and True Blood.

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Book 1 in the Havoc Series

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WARNING:

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Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language

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